happy, or free from discontent, neither Metellus, Crassus, nor
Polycrates, for he died a violent death, and so did Cato; and how much
evil doth Lactantius and Theodoret speak of Socrates, a weak man, and
so of the rest. There is no content in this life, but as [1775]he said,
All is vanity and vexation of spirit; lame and imperfect. Hadst thou
Sampson's hair, Milo's strength, Scanderbeg's arm, Solomon's wisdom,
Absalom's beauty, Croesus' wealth, Pasetis obulum, Caesar's valour,
Alexander's spirit, Tully's or Demosthenes' eloquence, Gyges' ring,
Perseus' Pegasus, and Gorgon's head, Nestor's years to come, all this
would not make thee absolute; give thee content, and true happiness in
this life, or so continue it. Even in the midst of all our mirth,
jollity, and laughter, is sorrow and grief, or if there be true
happiness amongst us, 'tis but for a time,
[1776]Desinat in piscem mulier formosa superne:
A handsome woman with a fish's tail,
a fair morning turns to a lowering afternoon. Brutus and Cassius, once
renowned, both eminently happy, yet you shall scarce find two (saith
Paterculus) quos fortuna maturius destiturit, whom fortune sooner
forsook. Hannibal, a conqueror all his life, met with his match, and
was subdued at last, Occurrit forti, qui mage fortis erit. One is
brought in triumph, as Caesar into Rome, Alcibiades into Athens,
coronis aureis donatus, crowned, honoured, admired; by-and-by his
statues demolished, he hissed out, massacred, &c. [1777]Magnus
Gonsalva, that famous Spaniard, was of the prince and people at first
honoured, approved; forthwith confined and banished. Admirandas
actiones; graves plerunque sequuntur invidiae, et acres calumniae: 'tis
Polybius his observation, grievous enmities, and bitter calumnies,
commonly follow renowned actions. One is born rich, dies a beggar;
sound today, sick tomorrow; now in most flourishing estate, fortunate
and happy, by-and-by deprived of his goods by foreign enemies, robbed
by thieves, spoiled, captivated, impoverished, as they of [1778]Rabbah
put under iron saws, and under iron harrows, and under axes of iron,
and cast into the tile kiln,
[1779]Quid me felicem toties jactastis amici,
Qui cecidit, stabili non erat ille gradu.
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